It was so cold, so, so, so cold. Andy wore two shirts, a purple coat, sweatpants, and boots. She could hear the snow crunching beneath her feet. She had a brilliant idea. She launched herself into the snow and laid down giggling like a child. She started on a snow angel when something cold hit her hard in the face.
She shot up on her feet ready to fight someone. When she met a pair of cocky dark eyes. It was Jax. What was he doing here? Did he follow her outside? She was by herself. Nobody but her and the most hated person, Jax.
He was an asshole. She hated him.
"Did you like that little girl-" He began to say when Andy swung her arm like a batter playing baseball and hit Jax square in the face with a snowball.
He laughed. "Nice you got a good throw. Did you play any sports?"
"...yes.
